I felt a hand grab roughly at my ass cheeks while the other pulled down my thong. He started to slap at my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh eac... time he did so. It hurt so much I felt like I should be bleeding. I heard the zip of his trousers being pulled down and the shuffle of his jeans falling to the floor, the buckle of his belt thudding against the floor. A minute passed when all I could do was brace myself for what was coming next, but it was not what I expected. I froze in. This means that whatever you ask of them, or whatever you suggest, they will see it as a completely normal and obvious thing to do. In their mind, they will always seem to find an explanation as to why this is obvious and will never see it any other way, or they will find any explanation you give to them to make perfect sense.Surprisingly, everyone else, even people who were not present when you spoke, will also find it obvious and will often explain it in similar ways. This means you don’t. The white couple didn’t have any children of their own, but had a fifteen-year-old foster daughter that had been molested by her father.Andrea Pollard was a cute blue-eyed blonde. She had thick long wavy hair that cascaded down to just below her small waist. Her set of nice little knockers were already a handful. Andrea’s tight teenage ass was shapely and sexy. Her mother had run off and left her with her alcoholic father. One night he’d come home drunk and stumbled into Andrea’s room. She had. "Thank you," I replied. "I ask again, what are you doing here?" "Came to work out." I turned and went over to the exercise bike and climbed on slowly feeling his eyes on my behind. An hour later, and the gym was quiet. It was just Marcus and I working out. I climbed off the bike just as Marcus stood off the weights seat dripping in sweat."Well, I better get going," I said turning to leave, but he grabbed my arm.Our eyes met, our bodies tingling all over, passion and desire ran all over. We.